Many primula’s 2 months later than in the Netherlands
Isn’t this a plant that eats insects?
Well furnished hide out with head of a moose, coffee and cookies and a fire place
Once more, meant for fisher men
A sleeping place at a farm, but not for me 
Sleeping accommodation for tourists 
Another possible sleeping place
Tosca is enthusiastic with a found hip bone 
A rendeer antler?
Today’s goal 
In the center of the picture, in the back, my cabin
My cabin closer
Jerpstad sounds like it’s a city, but it is a village, not even a village: no shop, no church. I’m at a farm in a cabin, which has been converted into primitive but cozy retreat. There is everything: wood stove, gas stove, electric. radiator, shower, toilet, running water and all that in one cabin and with beautiful views. I call that luxury. Tosca is allowed inside tonight.
How was the day?
Tonight at three o’clock I received two SMS messages. Weird, so late. I didn’t set the alarm right, with the result that the night lasted half an hour longer. Not bad. That wasan advantage, because for peeing last night I did not want to tie my shoes and then walk 50 meters to the toilet in the cold. So, barefoot, in my underwear, on the cold stones next to my cabin, in the grass at a temp. around freezing point. Even though I am used to that by now.
Reave from Singapore is a little weird, he has no travel plan, trying to find shelter through couchsurfing, so far without success. Want to fish, but does not know how and where and what to fish. Our innkeeper said, tomorrow I’m going to Trondheim (walk 5 d.). If Reave wants to he can join. I thought, do so, because Reave cannot keep pace with me, in spite of his Ultrarun of 50 km. But that was already 6 y. ago. But I want to come with you, Reave told me. You are always in a good mood, and you have a plan. How do you mean, always in a good mood ? Yes, you sing, humm or whistle. I say, there’s always a melody in my head, even when I’m not happy. I whistle the death march. So that does not always mean a good mood. And what does mmmmm mean?I say that’s an affirmative sign. Oh, they did not use that sign in Singapore. He felt this morning already stronger and decided to join me 12 km. , after which he would take a split, direction station. One day waiting in the cabin before our landlord would give him a ride to Trondheim would be a lost day . Here he certainly would not encounter the beautiful, blond, blue-eyed beauties, which he hoped to meet. If he would stay with me he would probably have much more chance. Ha, ha.
After our divorce, I soon found a beautiful canopy equipped with fire place for anglers, which affirmed my idea that I was heading in the right direction. Photo. But at the next split the question was again: either following the road steep uphill, or a tiny path along the river, but that looked slippery. After some hesitation I chose the latter and I proved to be lucky, that was the right direction. The weather was nice, of course, yet with occasional showers. A lovely walk along the river. Photo.
A few times more a similar conundrum. Occasionally I stop a car, or a farmer (s), who is working in the field. Is this the Olavsweg? No, but if you walk here straight up the mountain through the sheep meadow, you can’t miss it. . So that’s what I did. I asked a few times more. I passed a farm that was supposed to be 10 centuries old. Photo. Uninhabited and already well on his return. which is a mortal sin. But at last I finished the 41 km. from the book. Whether it really were 41 km. I doubt. I believe rather 36 km. Turns out that I miss Tosca’s teletact. That means I can not remotely correct her, so I’ll have to keep her at a leashr much more often. I asked my landlady to drive me back 15 km. to the place where I thought I had deposited the device, but no, gone. Holy shit!. The thing hung around my neck. A few times I’ve bent over to drink from a mountain stream. Perhaps it slid from my neck. though it seems unlikely. Possibly the string is broken. With the lady driver I still discussed a little about the economics of a mountain farm. In sept. the eldest son would take over the company. Then their son with his family will come back again from the distant town of Bergen to the Heimat, along with two children, so my driver / landlady was very much looking forward to September. I light the stove, write my blog, heat a can of spaghetti, while the landlord comes in and talks a little about local politics. He is in the town council.
I’d like to answer a few emails, but I don’t succeed. Mails do come in, but they are not sent. I still answer some text messages. Among others a certain “Zus”, who also wants to roam with horse and dog 600km. .
Take a shower and go to bed. The coming days will be long trips in order to Trondheim in time. Areverderci.
